Jane Sasser
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Saturday Morning
Time allows/ In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs/
Before the children green and golden/ Follow him out of grace. – Dylan Thomas
By the time I wake,
blue light has flooded the room,
and you are asleep beside me,
your soft breaths and the breaths
of the dogs, curled like cashews
on their beds, a melody
I want to wrap in, blanketlike.
The windows weep with sweetness
of cool air and warm life
pane-to-pane with summer’s dawning,
and I weigh this web of all
I love: you, the dogs, our family
stretched loose and sure across
this globe. Already autumn waits
in the ripening figs outside
our door, and time’s tuneful turning
croons of the gathering
winter dark.
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Jane Sasser has published poems in The Sun, North American Review, Journal of the American Medical Association, Lullwater Review, The Atlanta Review, The National Forum, Sow’s Ear, REAL, ByLine, Medicinal Purposes, Appalachian Heritage, The North Carolina Literary Review, and others. Her two poetry chapbooks are Recollecting the Snow (March Street Press, 2008) and Itinerant (Finishing Line Press, 2009). Jane teaches English literature and creative writing at Oak Ridge High School, Oak Ridge, Tenn. She won Still’s annual literary contest in poetry in 2012.
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